The Human Creature Is Alone In His

There Are Moments Of Despair That Come Sometimes, When Night Sets In And A White Fog Presses Against The Windows. Then Our House Changes Its Shape, Rears Up And Becomes A Place Of Despair. Then Fear And Rage Run Simply--and The Thought Of Death As A Friend. This Is The Simplest Of Thoughts, That Death Must Come When We Call, Although He Is A God.

I May Be Smelly And I May Be Old, Rough In My Pebbles, Reedy In My Pools, But Where My Fish Float By I Bless Their Swimming, And I Like The People To Bathe In Me Especially Women.

Coleridge Received The Person From Porlock And Ever After Called Him A Curse, Then Why Did He Hurry To Let Him In? He Could Have Hid In The House.

Oh, No No No, It Was Too Cold Always (still The Dead One Lay Moaning) I Was Much Too Far Out All My Life And Not Waving But Drowning.

Life May Be Treacherous, But You Can Always Depend On Death.